Straying Pilgrims

Here we are but straying pilgrims

Here our path is often dim

But to cheer us on our journey

Still we sing this wayside hymn

Yonder over the rolling river

Where the shining mansions rise

Soon will be our home for ever

And the smile of the blessed Giver

Gladdens all our longing eyes

Here our feet are often weary

On the hills that throng our way

Here the tempest darkly gathers

But our hearts within us say

Yonder over the rolling river

Where the shining mansions rise

Soon will be our home for ever

And the smile of the blessed Giver

Gladdens all our longing eyes

Here our souls are often fearful

Of the pilgrim’s lurking foe

But the Lord is our defender

And He tells us we may know

Yonder over the rolling river

Where the shining mansions rise

Soon will be our home for ever

And the smile of the blessed Giver

Gladdens all our longing eyes